#for the sole reason of encouraging people to hurt other people

[kiwisandpearls]

maybe this is a hot take but I don’t think writers/artists need to have the responsible of sanitizing their work(s) just because some people could use it ‘encouragement’ or as an ‘excuse’ to hurt real people.

[joeloverture]

i was planning on doing this anyway, but here’s the deal: im leaving tumblr

guys, i have chronic pain. severe, debilitating chronic pain. and the severity of that isn’t exactly the kind that i can just bare my heart to describe. you don’t know how bad it is until you’re on the receiving end of it, and i hope you never are. but im unlucky, and i wake up in persisting pain every day of my life. i won’t talk extensively about my chronic pain in this departure but just know that writing, especially for fandom, is just unrealistic for me right now

writing, especially for THIS fandom, is just out of the fucking question right now.

sorry, but im not giving jerk off material to a bunch of sex starved basement dwellers with cunts that look like rotted raisins. thats just not why i joined this fandom. i joined to celebrate the dramatic rise to fame of someone whose story & identity i found relatable and encouraging. now, people are making baseless assumptions & accusations, as well as actively hurting and spreading false information about kindhearted and talented people.

maybe ill have a future with this fandom in it, as well as creating lighthearted fics, but now? no. its not fun! especially with my health

so where does this leave my fics? unfinished, im afraid. and honestly, maybe even taken down. im tempted to deactivate here, but i dont want to leave people without works that they may go back to. i might orphan them on ao3 — just send me an ask with a fic of mine you favor if it isn’t already posted there, and ill try to get it up.

that said, ive been planning on leaving for a while. that fuck ass account is not the sole reason, but i also don’t want to be part of a circle jerk where everyone gets off on others’ collective misery. which is what this environment feels like rn

thank you to every wonderful soul who’s supported me during my brief stint here 🤎 your comments, reblogs, and asks were all treasured

💌 - vetty

[updownlately]

cause i've never loved somebody (the way i love you)

| _____ x reader | a/n: an idea i got seeing an edit of a movie. i wanted to show a lovesick reader bc why not ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. feel free to pick who you want as the girlfriend/partner :) (i could also see this being a part one to a story...)

~~~

It's the smile on your face, unwavering as you went about your day, practice with the team flying by in a breeze, your eyes shimmering with joy throughout, excited for what the rest of the night held for you.

It's how you're quietly humming to yourself as you showered and changed into a fresh set of clothes, Beth and Steph watching you amusedly as you flew off into your own world, nervous yet excitable energy evident as it thrummed through your veins.

It's the way you don't even flinch as Beth pulls you aside when you rush to leave, ready to go before any of the other girls had even got changed, you turning around, beaming grin on your face as you impatiently rocked side-to-side on your feet.

"Hey, is everything okay? Are you fine?"

The question came out nonchalant, but the concern was clear in Beth's actions, her head tilting to the side as she gave you a once-over, voice rising ever so slightly towards the end.

Biting back your growing smile, heart warming at the older girl's worry, your eyes twinkled as your mind flew back to why you were leaving so quickly (not that the reasoning had even left your thoughts for more than a second).

"Everything's good. Really good in fact. I'm actually really happy- really, after a long time..."

The words fell easily from your lips, them being completely truthful and sincere.

You'd been happier recently, no doubt the reasoning for that being one person, your person, not that many people knew.

But Beth did. Beth knew. And so you cheekily waited as realization struck her.

Watching intently as her head tilted to the other side and the right-winger's face scrunched in thought, your tongue peeked from between your teeth in amusement as the pieces finally clicked into place for her, eyebrows raising as she reached her conclusion.

"Woah- are you in love?"

Unable to stop your grin from widening this time, you nodded timidly.

"I- yeah, yeah I am. I really love her."

With Beth being the one to have encouraged you to make the first move in your relationship, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride at the lovesick look on the face of someone she considered a younger sister.

"I'm assuming you've got plans with her tonight?"

And as you nodded vigorously, this time rocking back and forth whilst you moved a few messy hair strands out of your face, Beth couldn't help but aww audibly, your enthusiasm adorable.

Not wanting to keep you any longer should you explode from impatience, she decided to bid her farewell to you rather quickly.

"I'll let you go, yeah? You have a good night, kid."

Meeting her eyes, you nodded once more, a small 'thank you' slipping from your lips, the way your eyes twinkled as you said the two words not lost on Beth, her own smiling widening with your two-fold appreciation.

Giving the Gunner a hug, you quickly collected yourself, slipping out of the door lest you have to stay back another minute.

With the sole intention of making it home to the date night your girlfriend had so graciously organized for the two of you, one she'd been hyping up for the past week, you safely sped out of the parking lot, your smile still not having left your face for even a second, cheeks nearly beginning to hurt.

This wasn't the love you were used to, but God did it give you butterflies- the good kind that felt like a tender hug, or a warm cookie on a chilly night, or a cup of tea on a rainy afternoon- the good kind of love, really.

A love you were glad to have found in the shape of the one you had patiently waiting at home.

[theyapper0]

OKAY!!!!!!! TEENAGE CHARLIE (Going by Charlotte at this point still)

FEATURING A MORNINGSTAR FAMILY PORTRAIT‼️‼️‼️‼️

So I know everyone and their mother thinks Charlie being an emo teenager is HILARIOUS (just me? Ok) BUT I think, at least in this sorta rewrite/reimagining, it can be tweaked.

From what we've seen from the little of Charlie's backstory, she's never been.... BAD. Like, I understand she's not a bad person but what made her believe that people could change???? What was her reason for thinking that???

And what better proof could she have than herself!!??

(and ofc maybe the show DOES have an explanation as to why she thinks the way she does but I think the best reason for her to believe that people, more specially SINNERS, could change is if she HERSELF had changed!!)

More explanation on teenage Charlotte and some other stuff under the cut in case you don't wanna hear my rambling hahaha

So what I imagine is that Charlie didn't start going by Charlie until AFTER she decided to make a change for herself.

So Charlotte Morningstar is the only child of the Devil, Lucifer and the first woman, Lilith, as well as the sole heir to the throne of Hell.

And she was a total sleazebag.

She did all kinds of drugs and partook in all of the Hellish virtues that eternal donation had to offer, that also includes the infamous hunting trips that she and Lucifer would go on together (as mentioned in this post)

She was aggressive, violent and unfaithful. I imagine that Charlotte was a total shit ass kid who got into trouble all the time (which was basically encouraged by Lucifer and so long as she did what Lilith told her when it came to meeting advisors and ruling, Lilith didn't care how she was either)

Charlotte still dated Seviathan like in canon. I wanted to lean into the Eldritch part of his name but something that isn't too complicated LOL, so I made him have a whole bunch of mouths all over him (his right eyes, his ears, and there's a LOAD more that are just usually covered up by his clothes). He's like a mouth themed vampire-demon thing to me <3

He's pretty arrogant and mean, a huge jerk like Charlotte, that's why they were together. They were both really similar at the time and just enabled each other's bad and violent behaviors.

Then eventually Charlotte realized that hurting people and being super evil was NOT GOOD and began to change. (This change is noticed in her physical appearance (no longer showing her horns) and starting to go by Charlie :)

This caused a LOT of rifts and tension between her, her parents and peers tbh (this was expanded on in this post)

And have a little bonus for humoring me with my insanity.

I think once it's revealed that Vaggie was an exorcist angel, Charlie's gonna fucking FLIP (obviously). Her biggest reason is still how it was in canon, how Vaggie had lied to her and kept the whole thing a secret BUT!!!!!

She's also gonna feel conflicted BECAUSE she ALSO did bad in her past and she doesn't wanna look like a hypocrite if she's crucifying Vaggie for doing the same! But she's mad! But she also did bad!!! She's just gonna be super mixed up and conflicted and confused LOL

[itstivan]

I gotta say it.. yell at me all you want but truth hurts…

If Aiden and Ashlyn didn’t have as much chemistry with each other.. yall would’ve shipped Ashler/Tylyn..

For some odd reason a lot of sbg fans absolutely hate taylyn and I have no clue why.. I think people are just afraid of sapphics /j

But anyways, if Aiden wasn’t in the equation yall would ship Tyler and Ashlyn because 1. they’re a mlw ship and most people prefer hetero ships and 2. enemies/rivals to lovers.

People eat this trope up. And anyone who says they don’t is a liar.

Tyler and Ashlyn have SO much tension that you can’t help but ship them. People are always saying “they fight all the time and hate each other! They’re so toxic!” Mf you ship bakudeku you cannot be talking. (for the record your honor, that’s a joke.)

But in all seriousness..

Have you SEEN the shift in their relationship from the start to present? They go from bickering and hesitant with each other, to being close friends that care for each other.

LIKE HELLO?? Do you see how worried Ashlyn is? (Granted anyone would be worried to see their friend bleeding) But Tyler replies to Ashlyn saying he would want some words of encouragement FROM HER. You know.. LIKE THE TIME SHE WAS SAVING HIM FROM THE TREE??

Ashler is a CLASSIC enemies/rivals to lovers. Plus who doesn’t bicker with their partner from time to time over silly things?

One of the sole reasons Tyler freaked out at Ashlyn is because of anxiety and their whole situation. Who wouldn’t go crazy in a situation like that? But instead of expressing it in a healthy way, he took it out on Ashlyn because he couldn’t think of anything else. And yeah that’s shitty, but he learns his lesson.

Tyler has made so much progress and his character redemption was BEAUTIFUL. You have to remember, he’s just a 14 year old kid in his freshman year of high school, who wouldn’t be scared shitless? He wanted to make sure his sister was safe and didn’t know what to do.

Ashlyn puts him in his place though, and I think that’s where he starts to change for the better.

But you can see the gradual changes in their relationship as the comic progresses, going from tense to comfortable being near each other. FP SPOILERS: i mean hello they literally cuddle with each other in ep 75.

And don’t get me wrong, I can see why some people would be a little iffy, but the same people who are iffy are the same people who ship the most WILD ships..

So if you’re gonna hate on me for shipping something other than your main ship.. PACK IT UP 🗣️

But fr though, if Red didn’t unintentionally write so much chemistry with Aiden and Ashlyn, and you didn’t prefer taylyn, you would 100% ship Ashler. There’s this one blog on here that gives perfect reasons as to why you should ship Ashler as well and they say it PERFECTLY.

It’s insanity it took some of yall this long to finally start shipping them, as a person who’s been shipping them since the beginning of 2023 😭😭

anyways i’m super happy people are shipping ashler and YOU SHOULD TOO!!! /nf

[thedaythatwas]

don't mind me, I'm just thinking about how much akechi would probably hate the fact that people defend his actions with some form of the argument "he was so young when he first started killing, he was taken advantage of and groomed by shido, etc."

this is going to be a long one, so let me add a page break real quick:

let me be clear: he was! the last thing I want to do is diminish akechi's agency, but when you are a young teenager there is absolutely no reason an adult in your life should be encouraging you to commit murder for their political gain. that feels... self evident? we know that akechi was young when he killed wakaba isshiki. shido saw an opportunity, and he took advantage of it. he's scummy. absolutely zero argument there.

still, it is integral to understanding akechi's character to remember that he viewed himself as taking advantage of shido throughout their relationship. he was aware that shido was using him, but he viewed himself as using shido right back. in his head, he had complete control of the situation, and his actions therein. for all accounts and purposes, he did! we all have control over our actions. akechi didn't need to do anything. we also know that he was eager to follow shido's orders, not for the sake of the orders themselves, but for his belief that his plan would end with shido utterly defeated and betrayed, groveling and desperate and recognizing akechi for everything he was. valuable. someone who maybe, shido shouldn't have abandoned.

so he was meticulous. perfect, and beyond reproach. we can see it in the interrogation room, when he shoots "akira." it's clear that he's still playing their game (asking akira if he's "figured it out yet"), but when he goes in for the kill, akechi is cold. we know that he cares about akira, but he puts any feelings that he might have aside for the sake of his ultimate goal. nothing is more important than ingratiating himself to shido and subsequently ruining him.

akechi's desire for revenge is complicated. yes, he wants to hurt shido, but more than that, he just wants to prove he's worth something to the man that ruined his life. he hates shido, and he needs him to see that he should have done better by him. he needs to be loved, even if that desire ends up twisted. we've all been there, yeah? it makes a lot of sense, all things considered. this in mind, it's pretty clear that akechi did not have nearly as much control over his relationship with shido as he thought he did. but I digress.

so, back to akechi defense. akechi sees himself as the sole perpetrator of his actions. technically, he was. but he was still taken advantage of. those truths can coexist.

that doesn't mean their coexistence is easy to digest. in the third semester, akechi acknowledges that he was manipulated by shido. arguably, his defining characteristic during the third semester is his refusal to be under someone else's control again, even at the cost of his own existence. still, he regrets the fact that he let himself be manipulated more than he regrets his own actions. for those, he seems unapologetic.

the crux of the issue here is akechi's acknowledgement that he let himself be controlled. that itself is a form of agency. allowing himself to be influenced was his own fault. at least, that's how I suspect he sees it. he can't allow it to not be his fault. that would be too hopeless for him to process.

akechi is angry, and sure as hell, he lets everyone know it. third semester akechi is absolutely awful in a completely different way from base game akechi (and I say this in the most affectionate way possible). as much as goro akechi hates the world, he hates goro akechi. anger internalized is rarely solely internal, likewise, anger externalized is rarely solely external. anger is also often a mask. the black mask is angry in the same way that the detective prince is polite to a tee. neither persona (no pun intended) is complete.

(after all, we know that akechi has feelings other than anger, even if he tries to downplay them. he turns himself into the police in akira's stead. he may not harbor affection for the rest of the thieves, but he certainly feels something for akira. call it respect. call it a need to be seen. call it love. I think that those are all pretty similar in the mind of our guy in question.)

the way I read it, akechi is his own worst enemy, and consciously or not, it seems that he sees himself that way as well.

to claim that akechi isn't accountable for his actions under shido would grate at him because, well, it just isn't true! at least not entirely. the argument that he was manipulated? it wouldn't work either, because akechi sees himself as at fault for that too.

the guy has issues. and isn't that what makes him compelling?

anyway! that's enough for today. perhaps I'll continue this later. believe it or not, I still have things to say!

[cupids-archives]

Can i ask valentine prompt "Cupid" with Lmk yandere Macaque with a darling that is in the main hero team??

˚ જ⁀➴ (1) cupid, : “everybody knew cupid had a sick sense of humor” . ｡･:*:･ﾟᰔ:

ᝰ.ᐟcontains, yandere and dark content. ೀ

ʚ♡ɞ˚: you’ve always had a strong sense of justice.

maybe getting it from your family, or from the people you surround yourself with. even when things go wrong and make you question yourself and others, you always will do what’s right.

that’s what led you to monkie kid, meeting him on one your adventures and immediately attaching yourself with him. you’ve always had good friends but he was different-brighter, you suppose, and his light attracted you. making you follow him around like a guard dog, though you knew he could protect himself, and throwing yourself in anything he got involved in. he didn’t seem to mind, and you liked having someone to attach too.

you were friends with the other people as well, definitely not attached as you were with mk, but still overwhelmingly friendly. willingly sticking your neck out for anyone who needed it.

“I really think you shouldn’t use so much power,” you worriedly said. noticing how tired he was becoming, the mental strain that he was having, and just knowing how he felt about becoming stronger wasn’t just affecting him, but you. and though that could be counted as selfish, you couldn’t lose your friend.

you noticed that he started to train with a strange figure, you considered asking the monkey about it but mk begged you not too, stating that he needed to get stronger to help everyone. you wanted to tell him that wasn’t his job but you couldn’t get to him in time. you found yourself waiting to talk to him after one of these sessions, and you finally met the guy who was hiding your best friend.

he resembled the monkey king but with darker features, you could taste the tension in the air as you face him. he just smiled at you, and something inside you grew a thousand times bigger. and if it wasn’t anger-it was rage.

you knew that this wasn’t going to go well. something told you that this was wrong.

especially when macaque started to take an interest in you.

you started to follow them around when you could, just to make sure. and of course he noticed even when mk didn’t.

“so, how’s the girl doing?” he would ask mk during training, and for some reason every time he saw him even after the smoke demon fight he would ask about you.

and unfortunately mk kept this from you. and then you started to get followed. you obviously didn’t think it was from macaque. after all you didn’t know his powers and this was way too obvious to be someone with powers like him.

but you were wrong, so very wrong.

like a sick joke, he wanted you to know he was following you. he wanted to be seen. to be acknowledged by you. he liked knowing he made you paranoid that he was around. that’s your nightmares were plagued by the image of him, the person who ruined your friend, someone who went against everything you stood for. that he was corrupting you without you even realizing. the fear of his shadows watching you while you were sleeping kept you at night. and he was happy.

he knew his feelings for you weren’t right, but neither was he so who cared, and after all he liked playing with you. his little hero corrupted by the poison she didn’t even know infected her.

he loved terrorizing the group, being able to see your scared and worried face, knowing that this is because of you, that he was hurting your friends because of you. you were becoming a shell of your former shelf. trying to do anything to save your friends. one of the only last things you can do to win this battle with your morals is give yourself to the sole thing that ruined them.

requests are encouraged !! valentine event.

[quixtrix]

god save our women; a ramble of an analysis

or, captain laserhawk REALLY shot jade in the face and im still upset about it because oh my GOD they really made her be thrown into a role that is not HER and in death she's still a Figure. yknow, i personally don't have a problem with sarah x jade, but over the past few months occasionally i'd think about it. yeah, it's funny to call sarah gay as hell for putting jade in a femme fatale outfit, but. should that truly be our basis for the ship? or should we think a bit deeper on why exactly sarah would put the sole woman in her lil tool set into such a position? i wonder why it wouldn't hurt to think about why jade would be forced into a role where one has to be sexual.

sarah is an extent of eden and eden is society and society will occasionally harp an odd sort of something masquerading as feminism to you that being sexual gives you power! but really it only serves to loop back into being for the man's enjoyment.

now i have to say that being sexual can be empowering! it really is! we just also have to acknowledge that in the eyes of society, sex is an exchange where it serves the man more than it does the woman. it still feels good to be sexual though, and being sexual can be used right for what you want.

but when it comes to jade, jade is forced to fall into this femme fatale role, this role that demands one to be a maneater, when she usually sticks to a more impersonal way of work. in this role, she dresses in clothes that she's not comfortable with wearing, when told to change from her usual outfit she is visibly uncomfortable, and overall it doesn't fit her.

she is not a sexual person. she does not typically utilise sexuality as a tool in her arsenal, she doesn't even seem to really touch it (or she's just insanely bad at flirting). either way, she's not used to being in this position because she does not choose to be in this position often.

anyways, why does sarah think to put the woman in a position where she would have to step out of her comfort zone? because obviously, she uses things and positions as tools, and sexuality is a tool.

now i want yall to bear with me as i compare sarah to another woman in media; makima. no im not calling sarah some god awful dommy mommy or some shit, i'm bringing in makima to highlight how sexuality is used. she uses her sexuality as a woman to entice this young boy into doing things for her, ranging from a kiss to assaulting him and telling him that she'll give him more as a reward. while not inherently sexual, she offers up a date with her to encourage the devil hybrids under her control. she even offers up a kiss at one point to encourage competition. makima, someone raised by the government and given tools that she uses to manipulate others, has sexuality in her arsenal. it is not a stretch to say that sarah, someone who has intimate understanding of the government, the ladder she climbs, has seen others use sexuality as a tool. hell, it might even be encouraged to use it as a tool. i'm absolutely not saying that sarah fucked her way to the top, im saying that sarah is aware that sexuality is a tool that one can use.

now we all know how sarah got to the top, which can be reasonably assumed to be through military rank and impersonal ways. ways that don't require one to lower your guard and take you in before they strike, like a femme fatale way would. sarah most likely got through to the top by using people and throwing just enough weight around. so why does she not allow jade to flourish in a way that honestly would benefit the team way better yeah no its because she sees her as a fucking tool in order to recognise jade's real talents she must first let go of the notion that she is a simple tool and accept that as a human she has legitimate strengths in unique areas and not just one where you can remind them who is in charge and how you are a tool and FUCK EDEN AND THEIR FUCKING TOOL MINDSET FUCKING CAPITALIST MINDSET IN A SO CALLED POST CAPITALISTIC SOCIETY!!!!! okay im getting a lil heated but yknow what let's continue FUCK PEY'J LOOK AT THIS SHIT

IM SO SORRY BEYOND GOOD AND EVIL FANS THEY DID YOU SO WRONG BECAUSE THEY WANTED TO FUCKING HAMMER IN THE IDEA OF JADE BEING A FIGURE AND NOT A PERSON EVEN IN DEATH SHE IS BOILED DOWN TO SOME FUCKASS WHO KNEW HER AS A BABY'S LOVE INTEREST AND I KNOW FOR A FACT THEY DID YALL WRONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! they did yall so wrong my god. my god !! imagine! someone who knew you as a BABY openly admitted to you when you were a young adult in your 20s that he has feelings for you! what the hell! what purpose does this serve than to cement the idea that jade is a tool, a motive? jade, a goddamn REPORTER tryna spread light on a legitimate issue on society and then gets thrown into the Ghosts because of it, is boiled down to a tool. a fucking tool by both sarah and pey'j, TWO PEOPLE WHO ARE SEEN by both show and fandom AS POSSIBLE LOVE INTERESTS FOR JADE.

SHE LITERALLY COULD HAVE BEEN SO MUCH MORE IF SARAH DID SEE HER AS HUMAN AND DID UTILISE HER ACTUAL TALENTS INSTEAD OF SEEING HER AS A TOOL AND FOR THAT JADE IS UNFORTUNATELY NOT SEEN AS A PERSON, BUT AS A FIGURE.

but yknow what. yknow who also has been seen as a figure and not a person.

dolph laserhawk. eden's child soldier that they raised as a paragon of hope fallen into disgrace.

yknow what also happens with dolph and jade? they treat each other as human. jade includes dolph in her lil vlogs as she does with the rest of the team, because she is a good person. dolph recognises that she is indeed a person, someone worth remembering as themselves. not as who she was to someone, but as someone who went out of her way to offer kindness. she gets a goddamn speaking role in his vr dream alongside alex, who yes groomed him, but he also made dolph feel human.

i didnt even realise it before that they put the only two people (that are. dead. bullfrog is not here for obvious reasons) that have made dolph feel human and not an extension of eden in one frame BUT THYE FUCKING DID. these mfs and dolph are basically real recognises real

this isn't about dolph though, this is about jade. jade, who didn't get to be shown to the world as a person, who posthumously became a figure for a man's revenge, who was put into a position she is not suited for because she was not recognised as human. jade, who is the most human out of the ghosts, who gave voice to those that couldn't through her work, who went into exposing pagan min because of her uncle, her family that she loved. for being the most grounded member, they had to kill you because you mattered so much. kept the team together through kindness. god they did you so wrong jade.

[south-of-heaven]

Becky lynch x reader (female)

Becky finds reader crying backstage after looking for her for ages, find out some/one of the other women has been horrible to reader and they said something that set reader off (like something about her and Beckys relationship like she difference, etc) Becky confronts person then her and reader go home and Becky comforts reader with lots of kisses and reassurance :)

Earned it || Becky Lynch x Reader

Summary: Some people are insinuating that the only reason you have a spot on the main roster is because of your relationship with Becky. She assures you that's not the case.

Becky had been looking for you all around backstage, growing increasingly concerned until she finally found you, tears streaming down your face in a secluded area. She rushed over, her worry evident as she knelt beside you, enveloping you in a comforting embrace.

"What happened, love?" Becky's voice was filled with concern as she gently wiped away your tears.

You hesitated at first, but the floodgates opened as you poured out your heart, confessing how you overheard hurtful words from Nia Jax and Chelsea Green, questioning your worth on the main roster, insinuating that your presence was solely due to your relationship with Becky.

Becky's jaw tensed, her protective instinct kicking in. Without hesitation, she sought out Nia and Chelsea, confronting them about their hurtful words. Her voice was fierce, defending you and standing up for your rightful place on the roster.

When the confrontation ended, Becky returned to you, her expression softened, her eyes filled with love and determination. She took your hands in hers, meeting your gaze with unwavering reassurance.

"Listen to me," Becky began, her voice firm yet gentle. "You earned your spot on Raw. You're talented, hardworking, and you deserve to be here, not because of me, but because of your own skills and dedication."

Her words were a balm to your wounded soul, her unwavering belief in you serving as a source of strength. As you both returned to the hotel, Becky enveloped you in her arms, offering comfort and reassurance with every tender touch and every heartfelt kiss.

"You're amazing, and I'm so proud of you," Becky murmured against your lips, peppering your face with soft kisses, each one carrying a promise of love and support.

In that vulnerable moment, Becky's unwavering support and affection were exactly what you needed. Her words of encouragement and her unwavering belief in your abilities reinforced the truth—you belonged on Raw because of your own merits, your own hard work, and talent.

As the night wore on, Becky's presence became your safe haven, her love and reassurance mending the wounds inflicted by hurtful words. In her arms, you found solace, reassured that no matter what anyone said, her belief in you would always remain unwavering.

[littl-snail]

Jacques Little Painters

Part 1

In a dingy Pensacola neighborhood lived a prostitute named Nancy and her two mentally disabled children, Jeffy and Feebee. Those children were Nancy's livelihood, their monthly disability checks were more than enough to support her addictions. And Jeffy's father was a famous painter who, for reasons unbeknownst to Jeffy himself, would never visit. He did, however, send child support checks that further filled Nancy's greedy pockets.

With those income sources coupled with Nancy's sex work, she was making enough money to have her children living in a safer neighborhood, eating food that was good for them, and drinking clean water. Unfortunately, Nancy didn't care about anything that'd enrich their lives. She gave them the bare minimum at best, and at worst, she tried her damnedest to make their already miserable lives even more miserable.

At least Jeffy and Feebee had each other. Being her older brother, he protected her from their mommy's beatings. He took the fall for her whenever he could. However, he always beat himself up about not being able to protect her from her other abuser. A pedophile named CJ who'd been assaulting poor Feebee since she was a toddler.

He felt it was his duty to keep her safe no matter what and felt guilt when he failed, too innocent to know that the blame fell solely on their mommy. She not only knew that Feebee was being sexually abused from the start, she was the one who encouraged it the moment she realized CJ desired her own child more than herself. Whilst at the same time, being harder on Feebee for being “fast” around her client.

She was only a child. It wasn't her fault that a grown man ogled at her whenever she played with her dolls while her mommy worked.

He was only a child. It wasn't his fault that he got violently angry every time that grown man hurt his little sister.

Why were they punished for these things? Why did their mommy hate them so? They'd learn the answers to these questions on a gloomy winter evening. Their mommy was sleeping in her recliner whilst the two siblings pointed out things in a toy catalog they'd gotten in the mail.

Jeffy circled a RC monster truck in black Sharpie with a big grin on his face. Feebee rested her head on his shoulder while fidgeting with her skirt, her smile suddenly faltering.

“I hope mommy at least gets us one toy this year…” she mumbles.

Jeffy turned to his little sister and put an arm around her shoulder. “Even if she doesn't, it'll be okay! We can make paper snow like we did last year and play” he says with a hum in his voice.

Feebee’s gaze narrowed at his response, which she responded to with a painful question. “But if she doesn't, what's…what’s the point in being good?” Jeffy's brow raised and he asked, “What do you mean?”

The girl took in a shaky breath and mumbled out, “We- we’re bad a little bit, but we get gooder and gooder. But mommy doesn't give us anything. She gets mad at us when we ask for food, a-and when we say the water is foggy she gets mad too. She won't give us toys neither…so…so…what's the point?”

Registering every heartbreaking word, Jeffy responded honestly, “I don't know…”

Tears filled his blue eyes which he roughly wiped away. “Are you okay?” Feebee asks him. “I’m fine” he grumbles, before pulling the girl into a rough hug. Her whole body tensed up for just a second, before relaxing in her big brothers safe arms. “We deserve toys” says with a huff, “Mommy’s just mean.”

In the middle of their cuddle, there was a knock at the front door. Both children froze and Feebee cowered behind her older brother, shaking madly. Their mother didn't wake and the knocking persisted. “Let’s just ignore them. Maybe they'll go away” Jeffy whispers.

The siblings covered their mouths in case the person outside could hear them breathe from the front porch. Usually those people would leave after a minute or so of no response, but this person was determined. They, presumably a man, called out “Nancy! I need to speak with you!”

His French accent was unlike anything the pair had ever heard. It was, however, familiar for their mother because her bloodshot eyes popped right open at the sound of it. With a snort and a slurp of her own slobber, she got up and hobbled to the front door. “I’m comin’! Quit yer knockin’!” she hollers.

Jeffy and Feebee gave each other quizzical looks before cautiously turning their attention to their mommy and the door. She didn't open the door up enough for the children to see and she flirtatiously leaned against the doorway.

“Couldn’t get enough of me huh?”

The man outside, dressed in a black and white striped sweater, black leather shoes, and a matching black beret, scowled at the sleazy woman. He took his cigar from his lips and blew his smoke directly in her face before saying, “Stop with ze jokes. I’m here to see the boy.”

This man was Jacques Pierre François. A world renowned painter born and raised in France. His paintings, no matter how rushed, always sold for millions. In the eyes of the elites that idolized his skill, he wouldn't be caught dead in a place like this.

Nancy's thin brows raised and she scoffed, “Why do you wanna see him all of a sudden? You haven't cared about seeing him for his whole existence!”

The man’s eyes narrowed further and he yelled back at her. “Haven’t you seen all the bullshit being spread on the news lately!? People are losing their fame because of what they do to their children! If someone were to find out I don't care for the boy, then what do you think will happen to my fame and fortune? I won't be able to live it down!”

Jacques heaved in a heavy breath and stepped away from Nancy, seeing the agitation growing on her hideously deformed face. His mouth ran without him and against his better judgment, he snapped “This is all your fault anyway-”

“My fault?” Nancy snarled, making Jacques flinch. “You’re the dumbass Frenchman who accepted a drink from a stranger! Hell, even coming into my house was stupid! It was natural selection at that point!”

The man took another drag of his cigar, his free hand clutching his chest. His cheeks were flushed because part of him believed that Nancy was in the right about him being an idiot. Jacques walked into the lion's den and it's been his biggest regret since. Her words brought him back to that horrific night and he was nearly sent into a panic.

Nancy grinned as she drank in the sight of his fear. “Glad we can agree on something” she cruelly spat. “Anywho, you can take the little fucker another day. Give him a week or so.”

Exhaling the gray smog did nothing to fog those gray memories. So, Jacques reminded himself that he was a man, and like the man he was, he straightened up and put his foot down. “I came all the way to this shitty country from France, I'm not leaving without ze boy.”

Nancy tried to argue and keep the man at the door, but he shoved past her and was able to see the state of Jeffy and…a little girl? He knew Nancy was capable of evil, but to leave children in such a horrific state was something else. He was mortified when he saw the interior of their filthy house, even dirtier than the last time he walked inside. And the bruises on their skin. How they trembled in silence rather than being loud and rowdy like children were supposed to be.

Jacques couldn't find words to describe how disgusted he was with Nancy.

“Jeffy and his sister got into a bike accident today” she explained in her best mom voice. “Mommy told you little rascals not to ride your bicycles on the roof and you did it anyway, right?”

Jeffy and Feebee nodded their heads in unison, robotically, they were so clearly afraid. Their compliance was enough for Nancy to think her obvious lie was convincing. With clasped hands, she smiled at Jacques and batted her eyelashes, feigning innocence.

Jacques stood frozen, his fair skin becoming paler as he continued to stare into their sad eyes. “You sick or somethin?” Nancy asked him, before Jacques hunched over and vomited on the floor.

“Oh come on! You jackass!” she screeched, as if her floor wasn't already rancid. She gritted her teeth and stomped the hallway to get a towel. Leaving her children with a man they didn't know.

When Jacques took a step towards them, Jeffy stood up and said “Don’t touch my sister.”

The man paused again, what did Jeffy mean by touch? He felt bile rising in his throat once again, but he held it down this time. “I won't, I would never” he assures the boy. Jeffy was still on guard.

Jacques understood Jeffy's protectiveness and stayed put. “Has your mother told you about me?” he asks Jeffy, his voice slightly muffled by his cigar hanging from his mouth as he respectfully takes off his hat. The boy shook his head and asked, “Who are you?”

Sweat rolled down Jacques face at Jeffy's question. Judging by how he reacted upon being left alone with him, he definitely wouldn't be excited about another male entering his life. Especially one who, to his knowledge, never did anything for him throughout his entire life. He had to introduce himself in a way that at least softened every word. There was no way to avoid sounding like a deadbeat father.

‘Spit it out already’ he told himself, gripping his beret a bit harder. “I’m your father, Jeffy,” he says, watching the boy's blue eyes widen along with his little sisters.

“You’re my daddy…? Really?”

Jacques nods his head.

“Are you Feebee's daddy?”

Jacques hesitated to answer that until he saw the sullen look on Feebee's face. So, he nodded again, causing her to perk up and smile bright.

Jeffy ran to his daddy, hugging him tightly. Jacques was shocked at his strength, feeling as if the child could lift him up with ease. He hugged Jeffy back though, while also feeling grateful he held no resentment towards him. Lord knows nobody could blame him if he did.

Jacques looked up and saw Feebee, now standing. She was fidgeting with her skirt and watching them longingly.

The man held his arm out, a gesture for her to join the hug that she didn't reciprocate. She only stood there nervously before plopping back down the moment Nancy returned with a small rag in her hand. Her nose scrunched up in disgust at their affection as she shoved the rag into Jacques hand.

Jacques sighed and let go of the boy, crouching down to attempt to clean his vomit with the small rag.

Jeffy watched and leaned to the side curiously, studying the man's face. They looked alike and that solidified his naive, immediate belief that this man hadn’t lied about being his dad. “Daddy, are you gonna live with us?” he asks with a grin. Jacques hugged him, mommy never did that. If Jacques stayed here then life would be much better.

Nancy butted in with a snide remark, “He ain't been here in nine years. What do you think?” Jeffy frowned and Jacques became frustrated. Frustrated because he couldn't say what he wanted to say in front of the children. He could only let out that frustration by ferociously scrubbing the floor. Cleaning even a portion of the floor without a hazmat suit and some powerful bleach was an uphill battle.

He picked up the vomit soaked rag and gasped when he saw the mushed body of a cockroach in the threading. He dropped the rag immediately and turned to Nancy, “I need a bigger towel. Zis little one is just pushing the mess around.” Nancy rolled her eyes but thankfully left the room to get another without fighting.

Jacques turned his attention back to the children when Feebee asked, “So are you going to live with us or not?”

His brows knitted and he muttered, “No I'm not.-” His eyes narrowed as he glanced around the awful space, taking it all in again. ‘I can't leave them here’ he tells himself, feeling his heartbeat quicken as he puts himself in these scared children's shoes. To knowingly leave them here with Nancy would make him just as evil.

“You’re not going to live here anymore either” he says, keeping his tone hushed so Nancy wouldn't hear.

The children's eyes went wide. “Wh-what do you mean?” they asked in unison, as Feebee hurriedly got behind her big brother for protection.

“I’m not going to let you two live in such a terrible place. I can't.”

Jacques held out his hands for the children to hold. Jeffy wasn't hesitant to walk over to his father and take his hand. Feebee had to follow because she couldn't bear living here without her big brother, which attested to Jacques beliefs about how Nancy treated them. She didn’t hold Jacques’ hand though. Instead, she held onto her brothers shirt.

Jacques hurriedly led Jeffy and Feebee out of the house just as mommy was returning. She screamed for the children, mostly Jeffy, and ran after them. Smoking and drinking with a side of more smoking didn’t do Nancy's body any favors. Screaming while running knocked all the wind out of her tortured lungs in only a few steps.

She collapsed in the lawn, her knees further crushing a cigarette that'd been carelessly dropped amongst the other filth that'd piled up around her home, as she watched Jacques’ silver Volkswagen Beetle peel off through a blur of tears. In her eyes, it was like watching her wallet grow legs and run away from her.

She wasn't going to let Jacques get away with this.

[fiercestpurpose]

Like okay. Re: Misandry contributes to young men’s radicalization.

I do think it’s important to approach men as people and not as ontologically evil entities whose sole purpose is to ruin women’s lives. I also think that most women are already doing that.

As women, approaching men as people means understanding that we owe men some amount of compassion simply bc we owe everyone some amount of compassion. It ALSO means expecting men to be rational creatures who can make their own moral decisions and not turn to fascism just because they get their feelings hurt. (We also expect this of women! Radfems are experiencing a lot of genuine pain but their response to that is still immoral.)

Also: Who is actually perpetuating the notion that men can’t have emotions or aren’t valuable people? Who is telling you this? Is it the women in your life? Is it the men in your life? Is it other radicalized young men online? Where is the messaging coming from? It’s probably not your average woman on the street, so turning around and expecting the average woman on the street to be responsible for countering this message is placing the responsibility for other people’s actions on the women in your life for no reason.

Anyway, the radicalization of young men really depends on the proliferation of radical spaces and the fact that it’s easier than ever for people to encounter Nazi rhetoric bc of the Internet, where men are encouraging other men to become alt right. Don’t put the blame for that on women as a whole.

[brown-little-robin]

so Ritsu is in student council, which runs the student clubs in Salt Township. Clubs are supposed to contribute to the community for at least an hour of their time every school day. Ritsu, as someone who was recently the sole caretaker of his sick brother, obviously feels VERY STRONGLY about responsibility. But his thoughts on community are a little complicated, given that he learned to distrust all communities and traveling parties and in-groups of all sorts during the horrible trek where practically everyone they met tried to kill Shige. Ritsu is working to protect and rebuild Salt Township and uphold its rules while simultaneously harboring a deep, cynical distrust for towns and their rules. It's. a good time.

He feels like an outsider even as an insider. He misses being part of his own two-person and then three-person in-group. He misses Shigeo so much he feels sick. His brother is gone with Reigen half the time. When Shigeo is home, it's like he's even further away. Ritsu can no longer just take his brother's hand or rest on his shoulder whenever he likes. He can't murmur encouragement to him as they walk forward. They're no longer walking forward. They have nowhere to go and no common goals. They're just existing in the same space. Dimple is dead and Ritsu is totally alone.

Student Council. Ritsu is in student council and he's in charge of making sure people take responsibility for protecting others. When Student Council President Kamuro suggests the Big Cleanup, Ritsu jumps at the chance to punish students who don't contribute to the whole. It's like yelling at Dimple again, familiar, the taste of power and protectiveness on his tongue like lemon, like bitter water.

Ritsu goes after Onigawara Tenga, a member of the unofficial Salt Protection Gang—not a club but a band of delinquents who patrol the city outskirts with knives and bats, who are always on the lookout for skirmishes with other, similar gangs from other areas. Onigawara has a club but prefers fighting bare-handed. And Ritsu hates Onigawara. He's exactly the kind of person who Ritsu had to avoid for months and months, the guy swaggering around looking for some innocent zombie to murder just to feel powerful for a minute.

Ritsu saw him talking to Shigeo once, apologizing to him for something with his words but not with his body language. Shigeo was pressed up against a wall, terrified, and Tenga was snarling at him, and Ritsu saw red. His hand flew to where his handgun used to be, and the only reason Onigawara left without a hole in him was that the gun was gone, traded away for shelter.

Ritsu's brain kicked in after the rush of panic at finding empty air in place of the gun. He slipped silently back up the stairs, grudge crystalizing.

And then Ritsu got the opportunity to act on that grudge, and sure, he agreed with the Student Council President that the Salt community needs to crack down on people who don't actually contribute to their fragile town. Sure, he wants his brother to live somewhere without thugs wandering around menacing people who haven't done anything wrong. Sure, he has ideals of a peaceful school environment, or whatever. But mostly, Ritsu is tired of pretending to believe in community. He wants to try being a hypocrite. He wants to be the one hurting people in the name of The Community for a change, instead of the one getting hurt by people who claim to be protecting their own.

Isn't humanity supposed to be the ultimate "our own"? Ritsu remembers his grandmother saying something like that once, he thinks. He thinks he remembers her saying that everyone is basically everyone else's brother and sister, way, way removed, and so he should be nice to everyone. Well, that all fell apart as soon as the apocalypse happened. Humans turned on humans as soon as there was an excuse to kill each other.

Clearly, brothers can hurt each other too, and Ritsu—

Ritsu sure isn't going to be fighting his real brother anytime soon.

[k9emote]

Hello! I have BPD and I’ve only heard the favorite person term come from that as iirc it is mainly used for that.

Would you be able to explain what other disorders use this? I’m just curious as someone with BPD and it would help Ty!!

All disorders in clusterB have the ability to have symptoms of deep emotional reliance on others. This is called having an FP.

People with BPD, NPD, ASPD and HPD all have the ability to suffer from this symptom and it is more common than you think!

Here’s something we wrote on it

“ Hello everyone,

Just here to speak on a topic that was brought up in the question channel, that being if "Favored Person/FP" is a term that is open to all clusterB or only pwBPD.

This server says it is an open term for all Cluster B, not just BPD. Our reasons include;

FP is the most widely known and only medically recognized term to fit the symptom of relying on one sole person for various emotional factors

All in ClusterB have the ability to experience an FP. NPD, BPD, ASPD, and HPD have co morbid symptoms. **That is why we all appear in the same Cluster.**

"But we all can have our own exclusive terms!" Not ones that are medically or even socially recognized. Most are going to know what an FP is, but an Equal? Usually only those with NPD know what that is - and again, "equal" was coined on tumblr and is not medically recognized.

"FP belongs to BPD!" Why? Yes it may have been medically associated with BPD first, but so was the term "splitting". <- a symptom that yet again all ClusterB's experience and a term that we ALL use. It does not hurt people with BPD in the slightest if others in the cluster say they experience splitting, so why would "FP" be any different?

"Why can't pwNPD just use 'equal'?" The term 'Equal' pushes the stereotype that all pwNPD have a constant mindset that they are better than all other people, **this is not true**. People with NPD do sometimes experiences grandiosity delusions, but those are ***harmful*** and definitely should NOT be encouraged with a term such as "equal."

As a person with NPD - sometimes in a grandiosity delusion, we don't even see our FP as equal. Sometimes in narc crashes, we see them as above us.

*The term "equal" in our eyes is pushing a harmful stereotype, doesn't fit, and was coined on tumblr of all places making it not medically recognized.*

pwBPD claiming the term FP to themselves and casting out others does nothing but divides our already divided cluster and is blatantly ableist. pwBPD will NOT be harmed in any way if others in the cluster use a term connected to a CO MORBID symptom. Others in ClusterB CAN BE HARMED from inaccurate and barely known terms that push a damaging stereotype.

"FP" , meaning favored / favorite person , is a symptom belonging to every ClusterB personality disorder. “

[specialagentartemis]

knocks on your door on october 30th (sending this early because if i wait until tomorrow i will forget lol)

TRICK OR TREAT!!

i will accept any tricks or treats you have but if i get to pick a specific candy out of the bowl i would love to hear more about your anthropology fic OCs 👀

YEAH

So. Early on in the story. Murderbot and Thiago get dragged along to... SECUNIT FIGHT NIGHT

(it feels a little cliche but also. who doesn't love SecUnit Fight Night)(Murderbot doesn't)(Thiago doesn't either and he makes a big deal about it and Murderbot has to haul him bodily away if he keeps going on about SecUnit Rights to the CobriReyna humans. It does not feel good about this but it feels even worse about causing a Confrontation and having to seriously talk about SecUnit Rights with a bunch of humans while pretending to be an augmented human security consultant. It sucks for everyone involved. Anyway)

The sport of choice used to be boxing between actual humans, but a while ago the mine administration banned boxing on company property which is in practice the entire moon. They're encouraging more wholesome sports instead with mixed results. However, what they actually replaced boxing nights with was SecUnit Fight Night. It's free entertainment, and in a situation where CobriReyna owns the feed satellites and the feed is throttled and downloads are expensive, no one's passing up free entertainment.

Tahmineh and Yeongsuk do not like SecUnit Fight Night. Tahmineh thinks it's insulting and tacky, a show of power by the mine administration of just how much power and violence they have control over--and could direct at the miners, if it came to that. She hates that people like SecUnit Fight Night. You shouldn't be cheering for this show of power by the company! (She's also skeptical of the reasoning for banning boxing. She was a pretty good boxer in the boxing rotation, she appreciated it as an Outlet and a competition--she likes winning--but she can hardly deny that people were getting bloody and hurt. Officially it was banned to prevent the increasing number of injuries workers were sustaining in the boxing matches, but Tahmineh thinks the admin was afraid of worker powerand wanted to reiterate that the mine admin has sole legitimate right to weild violence. Yeongsuk, who never loved the boxing either and was kinda worried for Tahmineh in the ring, thinks that Tahmineh is ascribing to the admin more fear of the workers than they actually have. They're both a little right.)

Yeongsuk dislikes SecUnit Fight Night because she finds it gross that violence is entertainment. She never really liked boxing much either but at least that was treated like a sport, where opponents played fair and treated each other in a sportsmanlike way. But SecUnit Fight Night doesn't need that, and it's just violence for the sake of seeing new and creative forms of violence. Also giving people something to bet money on, which it's not like any of them are rolling in. It's about control. Control through money and violence, and even if Yeongsuk is not yet at "SecUnits are people," her view is kind of that SecUnits are at least somewhat animals, and it's akin to dogfighting, and it's gross.

Clelia mostly thinks it's about betting tbh. Mine admin controlling the flow of money between workers and the bookies--CobriReyna overseen, of course--taking a cut. She's also just on a practical level worried what their worker co-op of their union dreams is gonna do with a bunch of violent trigger-happy traumatized bots used so often for fighting. Like those must make for shit security.

Berto has kinda been shamed by Tahmineh into thinking it's tacky, and it's not that he doesn't, but like. You can't just condemn 'em all for liking to watch it, Tahmi, don't you find it a little cathartic to watch the mine admin's weapons of oppression go after each other for a bit rather than bothering any of us?

Something they all agree is tacky and unnecessary is what the admin has hit on as a fun new opening event, where they send Limpy out to get torn apart.

Honestly a large chunk of the audience is like. Rooting for Limpy to finally win one one of these days, but at the same time, there's a large contingent that finds it funny when it eventually gives out. It rarely wins, and only if its opponent is given a novel handicap that means it can win in a way that doesn't require running or high maneuverability. But Berto's not wrong that it's cathartic to a lot of miners--many of whom have machinery injuries they didn't have the money to get healed right--see it taken out on a SecUnit who also wasn't healed right. (Its knee joint was crushed in a catastrophic mineshaft collapse and the part is proprietary enough that the cubicle's attempt to reconstruct it didn't work right, meaning its knee joint doesn't connect right and it walks with a distinctive lurching gait. If it tries to do too much too fast it sometimes does just collapse.)(Yes it hurts all the time. This is not really considered by anybody.)(The mine admin doesn't super care because they will be returning that one next contract cycle with a warranty complaint anyway.)

SecUnit Fight Night is horrible whump fun but something under-explored in fic imo is why humans like to watch it, and while you do get the SecUnit side of it - I think you probably know who Limpy is :''') - I was also interested in what the humans thought of it and why. Why it's a popular enough thing to be implemented.

Also yeah this means that sometimes SecUnit A gets sent to do the Limpy Beatdown against Sky and this is fun for nobody, except for me. (SecUnit hurt/comfort after the fight - trying to express "I didn't mean to hurt you, I wouldn't if I had the choice" "I know" without really being able to say it - is such angsty catnip to me. But also the way it turns SecUnits on each other, I will hurt you because the other option is to get hurt myself and if it's gonna be you or me I'm gonna make it you so it's not me. Something they will also have to like... figure out if they're going to make a union work.)

[jackdaniel69nice]

@kaytaygay asked for tokoyami and dark shadow with Kuroiro Shihai headcanons so here you go! I loved doing this because he isn’t someone I have given much thought to before and it was great.

Kuroiro is someone who is familiar with the darkness like tokoyami. He’s the scheming hero, coming up with clever tricks and using sneak attacks to get the upper hand on his enemies. I think eventually they would get along but at first there is a lot of tension between them.

While I don’t think tokoyami would see kuroiro as a rival necessarily because they aren’t that close, he is someone that toko is curious about. There is no backstory for these chunibyos with no explanation for their reasoning to become hero’s so it leaves a lot of leeway on their character. Kuroiro is similar to monama and shinso without being outright antagonistic, he’s still willing to play dirty to win. While I think tokoyami has a high moral standing when it comes to treating people with respect, he won’t hesitate to lie for his own benefits (he is interning under hawks, who is a spy). Kuroiro’s quirk is best suited for support while dark shadow has the brute strength, speed, and flexibility to be one of the most powerful forces in mha (as said by afo himself). It would just be odd for them to be rivals when they are on completely different power levels and focusing on different career paths. Tokoyami admires kuroiro’s dark and scheming ways but is mildly worried about it being used against him, over time spent together trust can be formed and they could have a very strong friendship…in theory.

Dark shadow does not like kuroiro. I have mentioned before that shadow is intimidated by people who hold their weaknesses like light, and in this case the ability to control dark shadow’s body. That loss of autonomy was scary and to make it worse kuroiro used them to HURT fumikage, not cool. Dark Shadow is the equivalent of a hissing cat when near kuroiro, they do NOT want him near them. Still shadow is not completely heartless, if kuroiro puts in special effort to gain their trust they will give it. This would mean promising to never possess their body outside of battle even as a “prank” (which should of been obvious but shadow has trust issues) AND actively doing thing for shadow like spending quality time, doing favors, or giving them gifts. I still don’t think he would be allowed to give them pets tho, simply due to the accidental body merging that could result.

Kuroiro was briefly shown to be a bit jealous of Tokoyami talking to kinoko so there is a bit of tension from his side in that regard. A quick explanation of this has toko quelling his fears and even getting him to talk about how he’s feeling. Tokoyami encourages him to spend more time with her and eventually confess. Honestly tokoyami is just so full of wisdom beyond his years, so many people go to him for advice it’s unreal. This interaction obviously draws them closer and they become real friends.

Once they are friends they share about their interests like all the goth materials they have collected and dark media. Random hc but I think while Fumikage would lean more towards gothic poetry, kuroiro would lean towards art. His quirk is Black, which is a pigment of sorts and I think he would be a painter as a hobby. He would also be able to merge with the dark parts of his paintings so that’s cool. Also he has taxidermy animals (don’t show koda). They go to hot topic for fun hangouts.

As a bonus here is what the MHA Ultra Analysis says about them. While this doesn’t give much insight to Tokoyami’s behavior and feelings towards the other it is interesting to see Kuroiro’s thoughts. I think he sees tokoyami as a familiar soul who can understand him but also holds some jealous and wants to prove himself by challenging him. From a narrative standpoint it is also saying kuroiro’s character is solely made to be a foil to Fumikage, almost his entire character file is talking more about toko than himself. A narrative foil is a character that contrasts from another to highlight their traits. He pushes tokoyami to use his new move Black Fallen Angel and shows Tokoyami’s resourcefulness and resolve to win.

[aspd-culture]

Hey, so I’m a prosocial person who stumbled onto your blog trying to figure out what it was like to be antisocial because I have never heard about antisocial people from their own mouths.

I saw you mention an “exception” whilst reading. What is that, if you don’t mind me asking?

Welcome! I can happily explain that for you.

So essentially, an Exception is someone that a pwASPD (person or people with ASPD) experiences less or less severe symptoms around.

If a pwASPD has an Exception, they may have some amount of empathy toward them, enjoy or at least not feel drained by being around them, feel some remorse or guilt for wrongdoings that hurt them, and/or genuinely miss them when they aren't around. They may be more inclined to follow rules if encouraged to do so by this person, or be responsible/not impulsive solely or mostly for the sake of not negatively affecting them. A good amount (but not all) of pwASPD who do seek treatment choose to do so on the recommendation or request of an Exception. Things that commonly feel like they have no value for many pwASPD like physical affection, staying within boundaries, sugarcoating things to avoid hurt feelings, etc. may suddenly have value if they are for the benefit of an Exception. Sometimes, while alone with their Exception, pwASPD will feel so "normal" that it causes imposter syndrome and makes them question if they actually have ASPD or not. This is normal and does not mean they don't have ASPD.

Other specific symptoms tend to be worsened for some pwASPD when it comes to their Exceptions, because they feel overly vulnerable with them. They may experience increased impulses to harm them (emotionally or physically) during times where they feel harmed or abandoned by their Exception. Exceptions also tend to be pushed away and detached from for seemingly no reason by pwASPD during symptom flares. This comes from the trauma associated with a poor attachment to caregivers - basically that affects how our brain forms attachments and causes us to see close, loving relationships (as one would have with an Exception) as fake and dangerous. Our brain believes that feeling safe with someone is proof they are going to hurt us, so we may lash out.

An Exception can be romantic, as I would say is most common, or platonic. Many pwASPD call their Exceptions their "best friends", but never feel like it quite feels like it described the closeness well enough before they're aware of the term. Some pwASPD who had one good caregiver may have said caregiver as an Exception, which may have helped them avoid conduct disorder diagnosis and/or treatment early on because they listened to and respected one authority figure. This was the case with me, for example. I've talked to more than one person who's Exception was their therapist. Anyone in the life of a pwASPD can be an Exception,

As of right now, this is a phenomenon noted by pwASPD but not researched and reported on by professionals, unlike the favorite person (FP) in BPD. Afaik, I believe the term was separated on request of pwBPD as there was some controversy over pwoBPD (people/person without BPD) using that term even if they were also cluster b.

Some pwASPD who don't have have experienced their professuinals referring to the same thing we refer to as an Exception as a favorite person/FP. I would consider this inaccurate both out of respect for the wishes of pwBPD but also because it's not really the same. Favorite People exacerbate the symptoms of a pwBPD, while Exceptions mostly ease the symptoms of a pwASPD. They're different enough that I would want a different term even if pwBPD were ok sharing the term.

I hope that helps! Feel free to ask any other questions you have. Thank you for listening to the voices of those of us who have ASPD. /gen